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Snipes May 12
What’s on your mind?

Tell me it all
Confess your heart
Sell me your soul’s dna
For your peace of mind
You’ll see it’ll be liked later
In the memetime
Favorite your favorite memories
Comment your combative perspectives
Post your voice in a live
Before you die off the line
Hang your life as a bulletin online
While your life has bullets on the line
Trademark dna data usage is being sold
So tell me your what’s on your mind

What’s happening?

I walk bare these days…
Each wire shows truth in the lairs
My fear dies within this air
Hell lives on earth as it spears my attire
Heaven is so sought after as it’s quit with its laughter
Each shoe walks but the souls near retire
I’ve tripped up so many times I still ride lower
I see liquor every time I look in the mirror
The wind in the sky is the dream in my wireless eyes
I say it to the face of time, I am happening
Until my last happy breath
I’ll be what always happens

Write a caption…

TELL MY KIND I AM WHATS
HAPPENING ON MY MIND
ON EVERY CAPTION WRITTEN
IN OUR TIME I AM THE STATUS
QOU AND SO-ON I’M FOLK
…in the meantime
remember i brought it up
and you told me i
was
paranoid.
TW.
Valya Oct 2021
Your status
"Very happy nowadays"
Do you know how happy
That makes me too
I'm so proud of you
For finding happiness
And I hope that someday
You can find it with me too
But if not that's fine
I'm just excited to see you thriving
I'm ecstatic rn from just seeing him announce that he's happy is this what love is?
Philip Lawrence Apr 2021
In a stairwell, steps below the sidewalk, he huddled over a small flame that licked from a coffee can. He positioned himself to block the light to the street, and every so often he held a hand above the flame and quickly opened and closed his fingers. He stamped his feet in the snow, each time sending out a muffled whoosh when a shoe hit powder. He wiggled his fingers over the heat, and his mittens crackled when brought too close to the fire.
    
Across the street, a limestone building, a hotel, small, elegant, rose several stories high. Inside, on the ground floor, behind the belted velvet drapes, a cocktail lounge gleamed. A glistening mahogany bar ran the length of the room where guests disappeared into overstuffed chairs that were neatly placed in pairs and set against the arched, crystalline windows.

Inside the coolly lighted room, he watched a young woman with silky hair and sleepy eyes as she ran a finger around the rim of her drink. The woman glanced once at the silent snow falling in the dark. In the stairwell, he listened to the whisper of the fire and the beat of ice crystals as they fell against the steps.
Graff1980 Aug 2020
They beat the candy blues
into her thoughts,
as she sought
and bought
the sugary sweet,
multicolored gum drops
which were used
to subdue
her hunger pains,
but did nothing to
nourish healthy views
of living.

They trained her
to comply
to an almighty on high
father figure,
white bearded guy.

Whilst televangelist
propagated
hateful ****
pompously
requesting those
who were suffering
in poverty
to send them
the money they needed
to maintain their greed.

They were teaching her
that the measure
you need to reach
to say you succeeded,
is a measuring stick
that tends to extend
beyond previous
measurement.

But she bought
the glittering jewels,
sought to capture
her fantasy alpha male fool,
and achieve
the American dream
in which she believed.
I,
Defy the paradigm,
The escapist void,
Lines of code I refuse to obey.

I defy,
Defy,
All emotionalogic.
I make no sense,
Or a dollar that pays my way to ignorant bliss.

'Tis the streets upon which I so selfishly make my way and,
My gears turn with no source or destination.

I am the,
Status quo of the chronically out of place.
So,
Take that next step,
Show me.
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